Page 32 of Rayzor: Tell Me It’s Mine II

I started thinking.

“Yeah. Extremely.”

“Any other symptoms?”

“She’s been hormonal and horny as fuck, Doc. I mean, I’m not complaining, but she don’t even wanna let a nigga keep it in my pants.”

“I told you to put it on the dresser every time you leave,” I responded with a giggle.

“Ms. Richardson, is it alright if I discuss this in front of Mr. Kirkland? If not, he can step out.”

“With all due respect, Doc, even if her ass say no, I’m staying.”

I shook my head. “Yes, I don’t mind.”

“Well, alright. When was your last menstrual cycle, Ms. Richardson?”

I couldn’t remember as I tried to push my brain to figure it out.

“I’ve been so busy that I can’t recall,” I veered off, looking at the wall.

“I’ve been telling her to keep it light. Is anything wrong, Doc?” Rayzor asked.

“Not at all. Ms. Richardson, your HCG came back positive.”

“HCG? HCG? That’s…” Rayzor murmured.

“Pregnant,” I blurted.

“Nah, baby, that ain’t it… That’s…” Rayzor shooed me in deep thought as he tried cracking the code that I just decoded for him.

“Yes, Ms. Richardson, the HCG is significantly elevated, which is consistent with pregnancy. We’ll need an ultrasound to determine how far along you are.”

“Oh shit, she’s pregnant?!” Rayzor jumped up, and I dropped my head. How in the hell was I pregnant? I mean, I knew how, but how the hell? When the hell?

“Yes. She’s pregnant.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting to believe it, but I felt it was true. I’ve had a feeling.

“Yes. Congratulations are in order.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve ordered the ultrasound, and it’ll be here shortly. I’ll give you two some privacy.”

The moment he walked out, Rayzor placed both his hands alongside of my face and kissed me deeply. Despite my mouth feeling yucky along with my body, he looked at me with so much love and admiration.

“Fuck. I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I do now.” He leaned down toward my stomach, placing his head on it. “And you, lil’ one. I love the fuck outta you and you don’t even know it. Just bake low and slow. We’re waiting on you, aiight? We’re on your time.”

I started crying. Not the initial confirmation, but his words were so sweet.

He glanced up at me with love in his eyes.

Thirty minutes later

A knock came at the door.

A woman pushed a portable ultrasound machine into the room, followed by a nurse.